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Counting with his fingers, Gu Chi has only known Zhong Congyu for about a month.

It's very short, not even short enough for Gu Jianyu to go home this time on a business trip.

But his brain always gave him a deep-rooted illusion - Gu Chi felt as if he had known Zhong Congyu for several years.

Until I saw that scene last night.

Zhong Congyu's appearance belongs to the very quiet type. Although he is not feminine, he does not have the word "masculine" at all. His eyelashes are extraordinarily thick, and he flutters like a crow's feathers when he blinks.He doesn't have the habit of swearing and swearing. Wherever he is, the decibels of the surrounding voices will automatically drop to a higher level, and even a piece of piano music floats soothingly.

It's completely different from Wang Dachuan's generation of three religions and nine streams.

What kind of feeling is this?

Gu Chi was always unclear before, but now he suddenly understands, this is a sense of alienation.

It wasn't that Zhong Congyu deliberately pretended to be noble in front of him, it was a kind of temperament emanating from the bones of a person, unconsciously drawing a "[-]th line" in the middle of communication that was as deep as the Mariana Trench.

To put it simply, Zhong Congyu and that woman seem to be the same kind of people.

I was born in the mud, and I can't climb high.

If people from the two worlds are forced to stay together and the balance cannot be balanced, then the future is destined to be not very peaceful.

There were so many things that happened yesterday, it seemed like God didn't arrange Gu Chi's life itinerary well, and when he dozed off later, he thought about it, and he just packed it up and smashed it down for him, making him dizzy and weak in limbs.

He used to think that his ability was as great as the sky, no matter who bullied Little Red Riding Hood, he could face the difficulties, and use his seemingly strong arms to support a sky for people to play with.

Unfortunately, the width of this sky is limited.

For things beyond the scope, he could only watch helplessly, was forced to watch, and was watched by a pair of invisible hands twisting his head. Even if he was furious, he couldn't express his grievances for anyone.

The strong sense of inferiority and the huge pressure made him unable to stand up again. All the previous illusions disappeared, revealing the desolate reality.

Gu Chi saw himself through Little Red Riding Hood, a mediocre self living in fantasy.

Wang Dachuan said that night: "This world is so fucking wicked and unfair to us."

Some people live in heaven, others are doomed to struggle in hell.

Gu Chi didn't know when he went back to bed and lay down, and he didn't know when he fell asleep. He only noticed a person standing outside the door when his consciousness was fainting. He stood there for about two or three minutes. Come on, sighed lightly, looked away with difficulty, put down the hand that was trying to knock on the door, turned and left.

For the next month, everyone lived day and night.

First of all, about Zhao Gudong.

Although Zhong Congyu helped him, there is no such a simple way of saying, after all, Zhong Congyu is not the biological son of Gu Dong, and it is a great gift to give him some face. Yes, but you have to read the review in front of the whole school.

Gu Chi lowered his head, and saw the little girl's squad leader in front of him and said nonchalantly: "The teacher asked me to convey this to you. The content of the review is to summarize and reflect on the mistakes you have done before. I, I can't help it." , if you still don’t understand something, just ask the teacher.”

Is it so scary?

Gu Chi's ears completely blocked these words, and he kept thinking in his heart: "What am I like in the hearts of these people?"

Gu Chi nodded stiffly, did not answer, and did not know how to answer.

The female squad leader's eyes dodged for a moment, she swayed to Zhong Congyu's body, and then fled in despair.

Zhong Congyu seemed to be reading a book, but his peripheral vision kept scanning Gu Chi's expression.

From wrinkling his brows tightly at the beginning, to relaxing all his facial muscles, and finally smiling wryly with the corners of his mouth raised, he didn't miss a single change.

"He's sad." Zhong Congyu said heartily.

"Past wrong things" as the theme, on the surface, seems to be to cover up the toilet fight, but if you think about it carefully, the original purpose of these words is probably to settle the old and new accounts together.

Gu Chi didn't know what kind of mood he was in when he walked up to the podium where thousands of eyes were staring at him. Anyway, he was neither excited nor sad.After all, he has no ambitions and no ideals, and even the review book in his hand was dictated by Zhong Congyu last night, otherwise, with Gu Chi's memory, he would have forgotten it thousands of miles away , including those gags of historical events.

Zhong Congyu...he's been quite obedient these days, although the criteria for judging him to be obedient is limited to shutting up, not speaking, and not being angry.

Gu Chi took a breath: "I'm Gu Chi, Class [-], Grade [-]..."

"Many irreparable mistakes have been made in the past, causing distress and shame to classmates, teachers, and school."

"Starting from today, I decided to correct my attitude and change my past humility."

"...I have conducted a very deep reflection and review here."

Later, Zhao Gudong also came on stage, and he patted Gu Chi's back with a complex expression, stretched his head and glanced at the handwriting on the self-criticism, and sighed: "Okay, you go down first, let me say something else matter."

"Our school has always had a different rule from other schools, that is, in order to prevent students from being unable to adjust to the state when the senior year comes, the second year of senior high school enters a tense learning environment in advance, I hope everyone can understand the good intentions of the leaders." Zhao Gu Dong stretched out his hand to hold the microphone. Gu Chi was too tall, so he pressed the mouth of the microphone down again, and the huge speaker immediately screamed in protest.

Hey——!

"Evening self-study should be added. School is over at ten o'clock. The first two classes are scheduled for class, and the last one is reserved for your self-study. Morning self-study should also be signed in half an hour in advance. Don't wander around on the playground if you have nothing to do. It's not sports. During the class time, I will write a review when I see boys on the basketball court, and I have to arrange a day to come to school for self-study on weekends, that’s all for now, if there are other additions, I will inform you in a meeting.”

There was a lot of wailing below, and words similar to "cruel" and "inhuman" all popped up in one go.

"Look at how you did in the half-term exam!" Zhao Gudong suddenly blushed and cursed.

Everyone immediately fell silent again.

At that moment, not only Gu Chi, but everyone felt that something that was not easy to be noticed at ordinary times suddenly changed.

As for seniors in high school, their life is even more miserable. Wang Dachuan, who used to be able to see with eyes open and closed, is finally rare and honest. Now it is very good to be able to see him from a distance once a week-mainly because of his world. Nothing to do.

The last time Wang Dachuan met Gu Chi in the toilet, he didn't care whether the two of them were urinating in the urinal or doing something else. I was forced to die!"

Gu Chi seemed to have seen the most disgusting puddle of mud in history, and immediately jumped to an unprecedented height: "I rely on your mother, pay attention to the occasion! Have you washed your hands? Don't touch me! Pull the pants chain first and roll it! "

Wang Dachuan tidied himself up twice and three times, and looked worried to the end of the grandmother's bridge: "I can't help it, brother, you think I'm a pervert who likes to make chores here, it's not because the head teacher is so close, even we go to the toilet Time must be kept in pocket watches.”

As he spoke, he pointed to the door with his chin. Cao Bake held a cup of steaming coffee, moved a chair, and sat upright like a Maitreya Buddha.

"Fortunately, he can drink it mixed with the smell of ammonia." Wang Dachuan muttered.

Gu Chi turned around to straighten himself up, and then turned back, his mouth freed from the stutter that hadn't yet frightened: "Then, what do you want from me then?"

Wang Dachuan waved at him, signaling to bow his head.

"Mao'er was discharged from the hospital today."

"But this time I'm completely... speechless."

Little Red Riding Hood used to be a bit sissy stutterer, walking in the back, holding the hem of her clothes with her hands, always lowering her head, biting her lower lip with her upper teeth, but she could speak clearly anyway.

Gu Chi suddenly paused: "What do you mean by being speechless?"

Wang Dachuan: "Became dumb. Scared, plus external injuries, I kept screaming before I was hit, probably at that time I lost my voice."

Gu Chi: "It can't be cured?"

"I stayed in the hospital for more than a month. It's almost enough to get my life back. You can be content." Wang Dachuan pursed his lips, as if there was something hard to say, "What's more, there is no money for treatment."

Little Red Riding Hood's father is a seasoned gambler and alcoholic. He was a drug addict who was forcibly moved back in the past. If he doesn't owe his son a postnatal debt, he will be worthy of the working people.And that house is not a precious thing. When you need money urgently, you sell it at a low price, and the money you get in exchange is just enough to save your life from the god of death.

So the question remains: what will Little Red Riding Hood do next?

He doesn't have a good appearance, and he has a weird personality. He is neither too old nor too young. In the middle, there is no luxury to be adopted by a good family.

And the people who had tried to take care of him before became more and more aware of their powerlessness.

Wang Dachuan sighed and said: "My mother said that she will come to find a way. After it is done, it will be difficult to meet again in the future. Let's take some time and make an appointment to see the little guy."

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